Friend soup

Last week our little farm had a fun day, with a visit from a cousin-in-law of mine, I mean, new friend (and her two adorable little girls).

And just how did I thank her for coming? Brace yourself people, I cannot even believe it myself... I fed her the worst knoepfle soup I have ever made! EVER!!! I know you don't want to believe me, but I swear it's true.

High sodium, trans fat, cold straight out of a store-bought can would have been better (or not).

I thought I had frozen a batch of broth for knoepfle. Well, actually I know I did, but what I did not know was that I had already used it. (Having small children, and never sleeping, has a real way of reducing brainpower.) Living WAY out here like we do, I improvised. But why on earth I grabbed frozen turkey broth, instead of frozen chicken broth, I will never know. That was my first bad knoepfle mistake of the day.

The truth is, this soup never had a chance.

I didn't have any green onion. Whatever, shouldn't make that big a difference right? Wrong.

Then I completely forgot to add potatoes. Perhaps I should say I was distracted by my wonderful company? Or maybe I was distracted by my tired baby, who decided these strange people in our house were here to destroy her life? POTATOES!!! The second most important component other than the knoepfle's themselves! Might as well have milk in a bowl. Milk in a bowl that needed LOTS of salt, because it had no flavor at all. Good thing I had soup crackers on hand, now they're good and salty.

Last, and worst of all, I used turkey meat instead of chicken meat. Now this I had actually planned, and it might possibly be the reason I used the turkey broth too. The problem was that this meat was actually used to make the broth... and apparently some of the bones became very soft... so soft, in fact, that they made it INTO the soup. I didn't realize this until the day after our company was here, when I cooked some potatoes and added them along with some salt to the reheated soup. Sitting down with a bowl and thinking it was much improved, I ended up with bones in my mouth. OH. MY. GOSH. I cannot even describe the thoughts that went through my head.

Normally, I'm a pretty decent cook. Really.

I just don't even know what else to say...

At least I didn't make her eat hair.


Although, her baby thought hair on the menu would be just fine.

Well, we had homemade Cinnamon Swirl Bread for a snack later that afternoon. It's some darn good bread if I do say so myself. And I sent a dozen beautiful, fresh, brown eggs home with her. But I'm afraid to say the balance still tips towards the very BAD soup.

Luckily for all of us, a good friendship runs deeper than bad soup. I have no doubt that she'll kindly say the soup was fine. And honestly, I wouldn't hesitate to visit her... even if I knew she would serve me a bowl of bad soup too.